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"A Woman's Work" Many years ago, Margaret Fuller,[1] in her “Woman in the Nineteenth Century,” called attention to the work and position of a certain Mrs. Sarah Hanna (then bearing her maiden name[2]) as among the hopeful signs of woman’s…

  ”Shop and Country Girls” IS there no way by which the hours of women’s labor in the retail shops can be regulated? I have never joined in the popular lamentations over women’s wrongs, for I know of but few wrongs to which any class of my…

”Open Doors. V             A woman ought always to be allowed as many more words as she pleases: so I make no apology for coming again to say a forgotten word or two, before bidding a good-by to the friendly faces gathered about this…

”Open Doors. IV." The first among living wood-engravers gave me his testimony as to the suitability of his art for women—testimony more valuable because he has been for many years both sanguine and active in devising ways for their help, and is…

”Open Doors. III” The Academies of Design, Professor B---- told me, were not designed to furnish a prompt means of livelihood to needy women. The course of study properly occupied from three to four years.             “But could they…

”Open Doors. II”             The mention of eatmint gave me a hint as to my next adventure. Half an hour’s ride on one of the suburban railways brought me out into the open country, into the neighborhood of brick kilns, and…

”Open Doors. I” “I am not educated, and therefore cannot teach; and I am no seamstress. Yet I must live. Is there no way for me out of starvation and idleness? Is there no door open for me by that of the kitchen, and that other which I cannot…

Ingenuity in Earning a Living CURIOUS dramatic stories are told of some of the women in this country who were forced to go out into the market place to earn their living and who made of the venture a notable success. One or two of these cases, it…

  FRANCES WALDEAUX Chapter I.   In another minute the Kaiser Wilhelm would push off from her pier in Hoboken. The last bell had rung, the last uniformed officer and white-jacketed steward had scurried up the gangway. The pier was massed with people…

Earthen Pitchers  Chapter I.            “We’ll drive?” said young Chalkley, anxiously, halting on the steps of the Continental Hotel. He had Mr. Burgess, the English magazinist, in charge. “Oh, drive, of course!” beckoning to a…
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